“I’m finished with Paul and going home now. I promise I’m fine, so goodnight. And thanks.” Ellie hung up after leaving a message on Ben’s phone. It was him she’d texted when arriving at the wine bar. It was the only way he said he’d let her out of his sight tonight.
As soon as Ben was convinced Ellie was unhurt—apart from a slightly sore hand—he’d helped Andy finish the arrest. Dale Grant was doubled over, still moaning and wanting an ambulance. In the end, they’d called one, and Andy left with him.
“Am I in trouble…for hitting him?” Ellie’s legs had finally stopped shaking but exhaustion settled on her shoulders. She knew the feeling was an aftermath of adrenaline and would push through it.
“I’ll need a statement, but not necessarily about that. Do you want to come in now? Or we can ta
